Category Archives: Life
Finding Compassion
A memory. A child, maybe 8 year-old, maybe 10 or 12; helping my dad fix one thing or another at the bathroom. He gives me an instruction, and I misunderstand what he means. My father bursts in anger, possibly calling … Continue reading
What is my frequency?
I used to be a film buff, but I don’t often watch movies anymore. Too much violence and mindlessness. Granted, there are films worth watching, and those I do check out on occasion, but my overall feeling is that filmmakers … Continue reading
The Emotional Bladder
Have you ever held your pee for so long that it hurts? And then went to the restroom, yet the release did not come easy? The muscles have been contracted for so long that they did not give way easily. When peeing finally took place, didn’t it feel good? Continue reading
Finding My Center
When I speak with people interested in Spiritualism, Yoga, or New Age, sooner or later I hear them say something like, “I connect with my center,” or “I stay in my center.” It is one of these sentences that became … Continue reading
On Relationships and Storms
Few, if any, long-lasting relationships experience no turbulence. Whether the relationship is romantic, friendship, job-related, or political, sooner or later friction is bound to happen. I imagine a relationship as a structure lodged on the ground; a house, a hut, … Continue reading
No other choice
I was pondering an expression we may occasionally use, or hear others say, “You leave me with no other choice.” How misguided this is. Say there’s a couple. The husband turns into a religious follower and he demands of his … Continue reading
My Father’s Passing
Forty years ago today, my father passed away prematurely. If alive, he would have been ninety six. It was his heart that failed after the arteries got blocked. At the time, 1980, while bypass heart surgery was already available, it … Continue reading
The Two Friends
I have two friends. Well, I have more than two friends… especially on Facebook, but lets say two friends that I actually know in person for a while. One friend is always positive. When I speak with her, she is … Continue reading
House of Secrets
I have a secret to share. I grew up in a house of secrets. My parents were of the Holocaust generation. My mom had her share of trials — on the run from the Nazis since she was just six … Continue reading
Releasing the victim game
A recent post I made on Facebook triggered several puzzled responses. I felt it may be good to further elaborate on the topic in a blog post. As I have not blogged in a long while, it also gives me … Continue reading
